absolutemess*

Please…
Don’t leave me.
~Pink

While she hides the scars she’s making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings, Hey baby can you bleed like me?
~Bleed like me, Garbage

I’m right back where I started, I can’t have what I wanted…
Love was surely made for fools like me.
~Fools Like Me, Lisa Loeb 

Trying a specific style for my girls with bleeding hearts.

Did these a while back when I was addicted to The Saltwater Room

I know this is not a good drawing, I know she can do a lot better. I know she is a lot more creative, a lot more fun. I know she is smarter and prettier and taller and not at all socially awkward. I know she is hot where I am only cute, her in her grown-up high heels and me in my little girl dresses. I know she is a black and white and cream book full of lovely words of life and simplicity while I am only a mottled mess of mixed paints splattered across cold concrete.

But, I also know, I love you more than she ever will.

The Saltwater Room by Owl City, featuring Breanne Duren, is my current repeat-song :)

Had some more sketches using lyrics from the song, but I don’t particularly like them so they’ll just hide in my files for now :P

Sometimes, the gaps enlarge.
Sometimes, it causes me to bleed.
Sometimes, I just need you here,
to put your arms around me,
and make everything okay again.

And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
~Cold as you, Taylor Swift

Have I shown too much, too much of what’s really inside me? I won’t be surprised if you run.

Based on http://yourconfessions.tumblr.com

Procrastination.

You know those things you want to say, but can’t? Won’t? Yeah.